A matter of perspective

It’s a funny feeling when your perspective on something changes. In this instance, my opinion of my hometown changed dramatically between ages 18 and 22.

As a senior in high school, I couldn’t wait to get out of Terre Haute. I was a few months from going “away” to college—Indiana University was only about an hour from home, but the majority of my schoolmates stayed in town to go to Indiana State, so it still counts. I absolutely could not wait to get away. I had been around the same people for so long and I was just over the drama of high school.

Even through my time in college, I...